Innocence Betrayed - A Thanatos Society Tale - The Final Chapter?
Fourteen-year-old Ivy's shoulder muscles are knotted into agonizing locked
spasms, as are those of her legs. After hanging by her chafed ankles for three
hours, the naked teenager is delirious with exhaustion and pain. The scorpions
attached to her nipples continue to circle ceaselessly. An hour before, they
met in the shallow valley between her breasts and began the fight naked teenager
had dreaded. Just as she had feared, the little beasts' stingers plunged into
her tit flesh more often than they did into each other. They did themselves no
apparent damage thanks to their protective carapaces. However, the damage done
to their living battlefield is apparent by the angry red blisters that now
decorate the skin between her nipples. It looks like someone butted out
cigarettes on her flesh. Her entire chest burns from venom. Just when the pain
in her breasts begins to subside, one scorpion attached to the tiny spring clip
squeezing her clitoris returns and plunges its stinger into the base of that
pink petal of supersensitive flesh. Ivy faints. She remains unconscious for
half an hour and is only half awake when Paul returns with his helpers. The
assistants gingerly remove the scorpions and then release Ivy from her bondage.
She lies on the hardwood floor and Paul waves a vial of smelling salts under her
nose. The teenager's eyes fly open and she immediately begins to cry as the
pain of her scorpion stings burns through her body.
The attendants drag Ivy to her feet. Her aching legs can barely support her
weight. She stands passively as Paul fastens a dog collar tightly around her
neck. She winces when he jerks the strap so tightly that Ivy has difficulty
swallowing. The old sadist then fastens a leash to the ring sewn into the front
of the collar. The inner surface of the collar is decorated with a single line
of sharp metal studs that dig painfully into her neck. With a sharp tug, he
begins to leads her out of the room. She stumbles and falls to her knees. One
of the attendants grabs a handful of her hair and roughly pulls her to her feet.
She manages to regain her footing follow Paul. The two attendants trail behind
Ivy, admiring the taut curve of the naked girl's shapely bum. Several of the
steel studs that line the inside of he collar have broken the soft skin of Ivy's
neck. Tiny rivulets of blood begin to ooze out from under the leather.
Paul leads Ivy into an elevator and they ride to the main level of the bordello.
Awaiting them in the hall are his brother, Daniel, and the diminutive (except
for his cock) Master Parker. They bring the naked teenager through the building
and out a back door. The sun has risen and Ivy can see two figures on the
rolling green lawn. As she is led towards them, Ivy is surprised to see that
the figures are her parents. The pretty, young captive's mind is filled with
confusion. The last time she saw her parents they were handing her over to the
Thanatos Society. Since then, her life has been filled with nothing but pain,
misery and degradation. Are they now here to bring her away from this horror?
Hope rises in her heart when her father and mother walks up and embraces her.
"Oh my dear," says her mother. "What have they done to you?"
Ivy collapses in tears against her mother. Her father shakes his head sadly and
glares at Master Parker. He removes his daughter's dog collar. Blood continues
to ooze down her body. One tiny stream flows down the top of her breast almost
to her bruised nipple.
Ignoring the blood Ivy says. "Mother, father! Have you come to bring me home?"
As she asks this question several men with digital camcorders joins them on the
lawn. Before she can react, her parents tell her that she is in the last home
she'll ever see.
With a nod, Ivy's mother signals the assistants who grab the girl. They easily
wrestle her to the ground and drag her to a patch of gravel where thick metal
stakes have been driven into the ground. A heavy iron manacle dangles from a
short chain bolted to the top of each stake. The men bind her hand and foot to
the posts so that she lies spread-eagled on her back. She sharp gravel bites
into her bum and back. Mother walks over and looks down at her. She explains
that Master Parker had hoped that she would be employed in his bordello for
quite some time but that he received an offer that he found impossible to
refuse.
"You see, my dear," she continues. "The video record of your ordeal has been
made available to members of the Society. One, a reclusive billionaire, is
quite taken with you. He is especially impressed by how well you endured the
Pain Threshold test that Grandma conducted. Anyhow, he's offered Master Parker
one million dollars for you, Ivy. You should feel honored, although frankly, a
million dollars to him is about the same as a hundred dollars would be to your
father. What's even more remarkable, is the fact that your new owner doesn't
want you to come to him, nor will he come to you. You see, he is a true recluse
and prefers to enjoy life voyeuristically. He's simply ordered that we send him
a video record of us torturing you to death."
Ivy's heart leaps in her chest. They are going to kill her!
An attendant, wearing protective mitts rolls up a large brazier beside Ivy.
Meanwhile another attendant injects a stimulant into Ivy's neck that will
prevent her from fainting. The girl can feel the heat radiating from the
container of hot coals. The wooden handles of several branding irons stick out
the glowing mound. Two videocam operators record the sight of Ivy's tormentors
lining up behind the brazier. It almost looks like they are in line to get
hamburgers at a barbecue. First in line is Daniel. He grabs the wooden handle
of one iron and pulls it from the hot pit. He approaches Ivy and holds the iron
in front of her face. Ivy's eyes widen at the sight of he three letters of her
name glowing red. Tarkovski then moves the iron so that it is inches from the
naked flesh of Ivy's pubic area. She screams as he slowly pushes the red-hot
letters into her belly just an inch above her pussy. Her shrieking intensifies
to an ear-splitting level as the hot metal burns into the flesh. Daniel's nose
twitches as the sickly sweet smell of burning teenaged meat fills his nostrils.
He carefully removes the iron and surveys his handiwork as the girl's screams
fall to a whimper. An angry red scar spelling "IVY" adorns her once-flawless
abdomen. The hot metal has scorched her horribly and several blisters are
beginning to form on the damaged skin.
Next, Master Parker reaches into the coals and removes another iron. It has a
small tip that is shaped like a star. He walks up to the girl and slowly pushes
the iron into her left nipple. She screams hysterically as the hot metal
destroys the pink nubbin. He removes the iron, taking much of her skin with him
and puts it back in the coals for twenty seconds. He then uses the iron to
destroy her right nipple. When Ivy opens her mouth to scream again an
attendant, using a pair of tongs captures the girl's tongue. Pulling it out of
her mouth until it is stretched painfully, he holds still while Master Parker
pushes the hot iron onto the surface of Ivy's tongue. White vapor rises as the
metal scorches itself into her pink flesh. Parker pulls away the iron and the
attendant releases her tongue and stands up.
Next, Mother lifts out an iron. The end is shaped like a three-inch high
white-hot coiled snake. She squats down and pushes the branding iron into the
soles of each of her daughter's feet. Once again Ivy's shrieks of agony echo
off the back wall of the bordello. Mother stands up and replaces the iron in
the coals. When it is hot again, she presses the iron into Ivy's knees and arm
pits.
Now it's Paul Tarkovski's turn. He removes a branding iron and shows it to Ivy.
Through her tear-filled eyes she can read that the end of the glowing iron
spells out the word "SLUT" Daniel plants his foot on Ivy's forehead to keep her
from struggling and pushes the iron into her left cheek. When he pulls it away,
the word is branded into her face forever.
As the teen whimpers in agony, Mother says that it's time to give Ivy a break
before continuing. The message provides the pain-wracked girl with a measure of
relief. However, that relief is short lived.
"Unfortunately for you, Ivy dearest, it'll be a 'break' in every sense of the
word" says her mother. These nice attendants are going to keep you
entertained."
Two very large men approach and stand on each side of the girl. Each is holding
a whip in his hand. The man on the girl's left dangles a cat-o-nine-tails in
front of her face. Ivy almost throws up with fear when she notices that sewn
into the surface of both sides of each eight-inch long leather strand are four
pairs of small fishhooks. The scourge has a total one hundred and forty-four
barbed hooks! The girl can see that the whip must have been used recently on
another unfortunate victim because bits of flesh cling to many of the
bloodstained hooks. The man on Ivy's right shows her his whip. It is a bull
penis filled with hundreds of lead pellets. He rests it on her belly. Ivy can
feel that the whip weighs more than twenty pounds. The men step back. The one
with the cat brings it down across her left thigh. The hooks rip chunks of
flesh from her skin. He then slashes her across the belly. One of the nine
strands whips across Ivy's pussy. A fishhook rips across her clitoris, ripping
it in two. The other man brings his pizzle across the same bleeding thigh. A
loud crack resounds across the lawn as Ivy's leg bone snaps in half. For five
minutes, the two torturers whip the naked teenager. They spare only her face
from their vicious assault. The stimulant in her veins prevents her from
falling into the sanctuary of unconsciousness. She is awake while the skin is
flayed from her body. She is awake while the heavy whip snaps the bones in her
legs and arms as if they were balsa wood. Her ribs are cracked, making the very
act of breathing a torment. Exhausted, the men stop. Ivy lays moaning. Blood
courses from hundreds of wounds to soak into the sharp gravel under her. In
several places in her legs and arms, the jagged white ends of her bones have
broken through her torn, bloody skin.
Ivy's father walks up to the brazier. He removes a branding iron and shows it
to his daughter and says, "This should be familiar, Cunt Ivy." It is shaped
like his erect penis - the very one that ripped away her virginity a few short
days ago. Without hesitating, he pushes the glowing tip of the iron into his
daughter's left eye. Her screams drown out the sizzling sound made by her
eyeball as it fries. He reheats the iron and positions the glowing iron penis
between Ivy's legs. The broken fourteen-year-old can feel the heat blistering
her pussy lips. With a grunt, her father shoves the red-hot penis into his
daughter's cunt....
Ivy sits up in bed with a start. Her heart pounds in her chest and she can
barely breathe. She looks around in panic. She's in her bedroom. She is
wearing her flannel nightie with white bunnies on it. The garment is so soaked
in her perspiration. As her pulse returns to normal she realizes that she has
just awoken from the worst nightmare of her life. She can remember only bits
and pieces of it and much of those are already fading from memory.
The cinnamon-y smell of baking apple pies fills her room. She looks at her
clock radio. It's ten o'clock on Saturday morning. As she sits on the side of
her bed, she can hear her mother talking happily to her grandma who came over
last evening to spend the weekend. The young girl stands unsteadily and goes
into her bathroom. Normally, on Saturday morning Ivy prefers to take a long,
leisurely bath. Somehow today, when she thinks of sitting in a bathtub, her
mind flashes to an image of a tub filled with a foul smelling pool of yellowish
white slime. No. A shower is the way to go. She takes off her nightie and
turns on the shower. Stepping into the soothing warm water, Ivy begins to soap
her body. When her hands wander to her pussy she spreads her legs and carefully
inserts her middle finger into her narrow vagina. She is relieved when the end
of her finger gently touches her intact hymen. She withdraws her finger
wondering what compelled her to confirm her virginity like that.
She finishes bathing and steps out of the shower and dries herself. She puts on
panties and a flowery yellow sundress. She needs no bra for her small, hard
breasts require no support. Slipping on sandals, she walks out of her bedroom,
intending to join her mother and grandmother in the kitchen. However, as she
passes by her parents' bedroom, she hears the soft snoring of the father. He's
sleeping in this morning. The sound of her father's breathing sends a
mysterious jolt of fear and excitement through the young teenager. Without
thinking, she turns the doorknob and enters the bedroom. She quietly approaches
her parents' bed. Her Daddy is lying on his back, fast asleep. He's kicked off
the blankets. He's wearing the blue cotton pajamas that she had bought him last
Father's Day. Ivy's heart rate quickens when she notices that her dad's fly is
gaping open. She can clearly see his limp cock. She resists an urge to climb
onto the bed and kneel between her daddy's splayed legs. She can see herself
bending over and capturing the tip of his cock between her soft lips. She
believes she knows exactly what the salty rod would taste like. Without
thinking, she stretches out her arm towards his cock. Her father's breathing
rate changes and he roll on his side. Ivy is jolted out of her trance and is
shocked by her actions. Blushing, she quickly leaves the bedroom and goes
downstairs into the kitchen.
Her mother and grandma stop their friendly bantering when she walks in. Grandma
takes one look at her and says, "Ivy, my dear, you're as white as a sheet. Is
something the matter? Are you not feeling well"
"I'm OK, Granny. I'm just tired," answers the pretty teenager. "It's just that
I've had a horrible dream. It was just awful."
"Well, my dear," says Grandma. "Don't bother your pretty head about dreams.
They can't harm you. I remember your mother had nightmares when she was
fourteen. Probably has something to do with puberty. You'll grow out of them
like she did."
"I sure hope so," says Ivy. She looks at her mother who is staring back at her
strangely. Ivy has a vision of mother naked but for black boots. She laughs
while holding her teddy bear, Bentley, in one hand and a plastic cock in the
other. The teen shakes her head at the flashback.
"Sit down, Ivy," her mother says and I'll get you some breakfast. How about
some blueberry pancakes and a big glass of milk."
Ivy's stomach heaves. Somehow, mother's reference to blueberry pancakes makes
her think of piss and fat blue houseflies. " No thanks, Mom. I think I'll just
have a bowl of Cheerios."
"Let me get it for you, dear," says Grandma. The old woman prepares a bowl of
cereal and sets it down before her granddaughter. As the older woman stands
bedside her, a sudden chill of fear runs through Ivy's body. Sharp pains shoot
through her nipples and, for some strange reason, visions of barbed steel
needles rush through her mind. She is jerked out of her strange reverie by the
ringing of the oven timer. Mother carefully removes two apple pies and places
each on a cooling rack. The delightful smell of the pies fills the room. "As
soon as the pies are cool, I'll give you a big piece, Ivy," Mother announces.
"I know how much you love apple pie."
"Don't forget to add a nice piece of cheddar," reminds Grandma. "After all,
dear, apple pie without cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze." Ivy shudders.
What she hears Grandma say is "Ivy's nipples without pins in 'em are like devils
without sins in 'em." The kindly looking old lady reaches out and caresses
Ivy's shoulder affectionately. Ivy must use all her will power not to pull away
from the old woman's touch. In her mind's eye Ivy sees the old woman grabbing
her by the hair, ripping down the front of her sundress and pushing her naked
breasts into the steaming hot apple pies.
Ivy's mind copes with that brutal image as she finishes the last of her cereal.
Her father walks into the kitchen. "Hello all," he says cheerfully as he goes
up to his wife and kisses her on the cheek.
"Did you sleep well, darling?" asks Ivy's mother.
"Like a log my dear... like a log," he says happily. He comes up behind Ivy and
places his hands on her shoulders. He bends over and plants a kiss on the top
of her head. "Good morning, Ivy. How's my favorite daughter?"
Ivy shudders. She imagines him jabbing the back of her neck with his erect
cock. "Fine, Daddy," she says weakly.
Her father looks around the room and asks. "Where's Barkley?"
"Probably lying in the sun on the front porch," says Mother. "Ivy, be a dear
and see if he wants to come in"
Ivy puts her dishes in the sink and walks to the front of the house. She opens
the door and steps out onto the porch. She smiles at the smell of lilacs that
fills the air. When Barkley sees her, he stands up and lopes over, wagging his
tail. The large black Labrador Retriever nuzzles the teenaged girl. She pets
his head and he pushes his snout into her crotch and sniffs. Ivy steps back.
For just an instant, she imagines Barkley's flat, wet tongue lapping at the
spread petals of her pussy. She shakes her head to rid it of the thought. What
on earth has gotten into me this morning!
As she stands on the porch petting Barkley's head her neighbor, Jimmy Higgins,
rides by on his bike. A year older than Ivy, she and Jimmy have known each
other since they were toddlers. They are best friends. Jimmy is one of
Barkley's favorite humans, mainly because he provides the dog with the
roughhouse play that a gentle girl like Ivy just wouldn't think of. The large
black dog races off the porch to intercept the lad. Jimmy gets off his bike and
squats down to greet him. Ivy watches her friend laughingly fend off Barkley's
wet tongue. As he grabs the dog's ears and gently shakes its head, Ivy is
shocked at a sudden vision of herself, naked, laying on her back between her dog
and her best friend. In it, Jimmy's cock is jammed in her virgin cunt while
Barkley's slimy red penis is stuffed into her mouth. The vision is so real that
the lining of her pussy throbs. She can taste the slimy mixture of her saliva
and the dog's cum filling her mouth to overflowing. She stands on the porch and
swallows deeply lest she begin to drool.
Ivy's trance is broken when Barkley notices the squirrel that lives in the tree
at the edge of the lawn running towards home. He rushes off in pursuit. Jimmy
chuckles, knowing that, like in an old Warner Brothers cartoon, the dog has been
chasing the same squirrel since he was a pup and has never caught it and
probably wouldn't know what to do with it if he did. The teen stands up and
walks over to Ivy. He stops at the base of the four steps that lead up to where
Ivy is standing.
"Hi, Ivy," he says.
"Hi, Jimmy."
"You look kind of pale," he says with a concern rare in a fifteen year-old boy.
"Are you OK?"
Ivy smiles and says, "I didn't sleep well last night. I had this horrible
nightmare and feel more tired now than I did before I went to bed last night."
As she talks, Ivy sits on the floor of the verandah. She puts her feet on the
third step. She sits in her sundress with her knees primly together.
"Are you cheering at the game this afternoon?" asks Jimmy, referring to the
football game their high school team is having with their arch county rivals.
"I was planning to go," responds Ivy who's a member of the junior cheerleader
team. "But I'm really tired. I'll have to see how I feel later on." She
notices that Jimmy is blushing and acting uncomfortable as he stands in front of
her. Suddenly the fourteen year-old beauty realizes that she had spread her
legs while she spoke, providing her best friend with an unobstructed view up her
dress.
Jimmy's face reddens but he cannot tear his eyes away form the sight of his
friends' creamy smooth thighs. The fabric of Ivy's white cotton panties is so
thin that he can clearly see the outline of her pussy lips. So that that's why
it's called a camel-toe, he thinks to himself.
Blushing, Ivy quickly stands up. For an embarrassed moment neither teenager
speaks. Finally, Ivy says that she'd better get back inside and calls for
Barkley. The black dog has failed for the thousandth time to catch his
bushy-tailed nemesis. Despite his failure, he is content to sit on the lawn and
noisily lick his balls. He leaps up at Ivy's call and walks onto the porch.
Ivy says goodbye to Jimmy and that she may see him at the ball game if she's
feeling better. The lad says he hopes she can make it. As he turns to get his
bike hoping that Ivy didn't notice the bulge in the front of his jeans.
Ivy and her dog go inside. The girl is still shocked by how she had brazenly
displayed herself to Jimmy. Despite their growing physical maturity, neither
had thought of the other in a sexual way. Until now. What's come over me, she
wonders.
Ivy follows the clatter of her dog's nails on the hardwood floor of the hallway.
She follows Barkley into the kitchen where he noisily drinks from his bowl.
"Oh, Ivy," says her mother. "You still look very tired. Perhaps you should go
back to bed for a while before you have to leave for the game. I can make you
some warm milk to help you sleep and when you wake up in an hour or two you can
have a big piece of apple pie and be on your way."
"I am very tired, Mom," Ivy replies. "I think I will take a nap."
Her grandmother hands her a mug of warm milk that her mother had heated in the
microwave. Ivy takes a large drink from her cup. It tastes s bit odd but she
finishes it. She is very tired and only wants to go to bed. She then goes up to
her bedroom. Barely able to keep awake, she takes off her clothes and slips
naked under her blankets. Serenaded by the birds in the tree outside her
bedroom, the girl quickly falls into a deep,drugged, sleep.
She's been asleep for twenty minutes when, unbeknownst to her, Grandma walks
into the guest bedroom where she slept the night before. She flips open the
suitcase that rests on a low bench at the foot of her bed. The old woman
reaches in and removes a leather case. It is closed on three sides by a silver
zipper. She unzips the container and opens it like a book. She smiles at the
contents - hundreds of barbed copper-headed steel needles ranging in length from
half an inch to eight inches. She removes a six-inch needle and looks at it
lovingly. She can't wait until she can use it and the others on the perfect
flesh of her granddaughter, Ivy.
Meanwhile, Ivy's Dad has been busy on the phone. After dialing a long distance
number, he repeats a series of numbers into the handset. A few moments go by
before he breaks into a broad grin. He hangs up and turns to his wife, who
stands by expectantly. He tells her that their bank in the Cayman Islands has
confirmed that their account has just increased by four hundred thousand
dollars.
Ivy's mother smiles and says, "Well, dear, I guess the little cunt is
officially property of the Thanatos Society."
As she speaks, they can hear the motor of an unmarked van driving towards the
house. In the back of the vehicle is a coffin-like crate that will be used to
transport innocent Ivy to her unfortunate fate.
The End
If you've enjoyed (or not) this tale, you can let the author, my brother
Cerberus, know at cerberus713@hotmail.com . As some readers are aware, Cerberus
has been confined to a high security "hospital" in the bleak expanses of
northern Ontario for the past few months. The team of therapists looking after
him had forbidden him to continue any of the many tales to be found on various
Web sites - hence the recent lack of new chapters. After an unfortunate
incident with one of the young nurses, the doctors have changed their mind,
seeing my brother's "literary" efforts as an effective "valve" through which his
more sadistic impulses could be safely channeled. They are hoping that my
brother will realize that fantasy is always more fulfilling than reality. I
hope you realize the same thing.
D.
